Knowing What You Know About Me, Do I Have This Coming??

 

You are so full of shit! Why do you behave so abominably and try to run people off? I purposely started conversing with you because you were interesting and funny but this self absorption and self pity is a real drag. I may not be as intelligent as you but I have a brother with an I Q that is off the charts. He reads at least a book a day plays and designs computer games and has a photographic memory and has read the entire set of the Britanicas and can tell you what volume and page info is on. He is agoraphobic has no friends never married and you can only talk to him at his house. But you know what he never puts others down is basically happy and glad to see you. He doesn't feel sorry for himself or whine . Maybe you could learn something from him. If I want to feel bad I have plenty on my plate to do so . I have terminal COPD but I haven't given up and I improve. I have no money and my sister helps me pay my bills .I have a new grandson and have never seen him and probably won't for some time. I could whine and bitch but who wants to hear that crap. Get a grip Calvin, be thankful for what you do have and let the shit go.

The truth is that I haven't changed my attitude or my level of bitching in quite some time. Or am I wrong and I have become even more bitter and jaded and annoying and apparently disgusting that even I believed? What did I say to provoke this response. This was the conversation prior.

 

 What happened to this happy Calvin in the last two years?

 

Calvin Heighton That's not me and Calvin was never happy. That's a myth. Like the Unicorn or a sane Republican.

 

First of all this person thought the guy in the image was me when CLEARLY in ALL my captions it is the animal that ALWAYS talks. Her message was in reaction to my memory caption.

 

That was all I said and I got blasted. ME? I like to think I am supportive to those who are my friends and ruthless to the stupidity of the hillbilly. I do so hate them because they get shot by their PETS and their TODDLERS because they have no business having so many guns. I rant about the inequities in the world and my own pain, which is real.

Trust me. I would like to see anyone live a life of loneliness for 50 years and come out of it as sane as I am. I feel the pain of the world. I suffer being alone. Imagine if you had NO ONE to love you with all your faults and stupid conversations. They just love you. Then imagine not having them and you get a tenth of my pain. It's like some sick Greek play. So don't tell ME that you know my pain and can diagnose me with your balloon juice. Oh and then you like a comedy piece I post. WTF? Who is really the crazy one here?? Have I ever pretended to be anything other than a miserable son-of-a-bitch??